… and with FAAAAAAAAAA-BUUUUUUUU-LOUSSSS!!! interior design sets. 
Well, now, there is a fine line between wrath and hissy fits. Wrath comes when projects that SOME PEOPLE know damn well are due don’t get done because SOME PEOPLE are prone to spending more time avoiding doing the work that it takes to actually, say, DO IT! See, that’s wrath. Hissy fits would come if I were giving interior design tips (which we all know are always FAAAAAAAA-BUUUUUUUU-LOUSSSS!!!) and they were ignored.
And I can be sorta scary looking in a bearish sorta way can’t I?
Oh, and FCM since I know you know how to use a chain saw real good, I’d do anything to avoid your wrath. :eek:
Taters, has ** Mr. Taters** been watching a lot of While You Were Out lately? How attached are you to your present bedroom decor?
Did I mention the lemongrass soap? I smelled all lemony then.
SWMBO want’s her computer back, so I’ve gotta go now.
So last night I dreamt that I was so tired as I was driving to work that I fell over (actually, I wasn’t driving when I fell over, I had stopped, in my dream, at a store–I don’t know why–and on the way out, just past the doors, I dropped something and when I bent over to pick it up, I just kept going and ended up lying on the ground). There were two guys in front of me (in the dream) and I remember being partly annoyed because they didn’t notice a woman (me) had collasped right behind them and partly relieved that they hadn’t noticed that a woman (me) had collapsed right behind them.
Then I was driving again and I just wanted to get to work so I could sleep or faint or something, (because at work, if I fell asleep, it would be odd, but safe, and if I was sick and not just sleepy, someone would take care of me) but I had to go back to pick something up, but when I did, the person there (who knew me and was probably a friend even) said I looked too bad to bother and she would bring it for me.
Then I was going to take a nap on the grass, but an old boyfriend said that we had to find a way off the planet before the dinosaurs attacked. He spotted someone he knew in a single person flyer (there was a big line of people waiting to fly away–like the traffic jams in The Jetsens) and then he (my old boyfriend, not the guy flying it) stretched out the flyer so all of us fit (the guy complained but my old boyfriend gave him a dirty look) and we barely got in the air before dinosaurs were roaring at us and flailing their little arms like they were trying to bring us down.
Then we were in the back seat of a cab (being driven by the guy that was flying the flyer) in a big city. Then I woke up.
But I was still sleepy.
Howdy-doo! I’ve been running around San Diego the past couple of days and I haven’t had a chance to check in until now. On the one hand, I missed all of our shenanigans, but on the other, I found the most adorable new wallet. Also, getting lost in La Jolla is irritating but pretty to look at.
It’s day of the teacher today and we had doughnuts in the lounge this morning. For lunch we get carne asada tacos with all the fixins, yum. Also, post it notes and a pen from the administration, which totally makes up for how we’re treated the other 185 days of the year.
Swampie darling, did you give those two The Look? The one where you make your face go all scary cold and then raise one eyebrow just a tiny bit? I once raised my eyebrow just a little too high and made a kid cry. It’s a powerful gift, is The Look. Almost as good as FairyChatMom with a chainsaw!
Lissla, I think multiple husbands is a spiffy idea, keep all yours (though may I rent one on occassion?). Yesterday I saw one poor husband type in a store with his wife and the misery on his face was heart rending, plus a little funny. If you have multiple husbands (what’s the word for a male harem?) they could take turns at the different duties, specialize in certain things, train the younger ones…
Bumba I think surprising your spouse/so/pet ferret/whatever with a While You Were Out room makeover would be grounds for divorce or being bitten, heck, maybe even both!
Kalley you either need to stop eating leftover garlic and anchovy pizza before going to bed or cut back on the weed.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] howdy! I was just thinking today that ol’ Ashes[sup]2[/sup] had not been heard from yet. The Look [sup]TM[/sup], I am told, is something I inherited from my father. I remember getting The Look [sup]TM[/sup] from dad a lot. If I can do The Look [sup]TM[/sup] anything like he could, then all I gotta say to folks is… :eek: :eek: :eek: !!!
Swampy, in my family The Look was referred to as the Hairy Eyeball. The Princess does a very mean Hairy Eyeball which she uses to scare various boyfriends, dogs, and cats.
Hmmmmmmmm a princess with a Hairy Eyeball. I see the makings of a blockbuster Disney movie.
Amen!
The Hairy Eyeball, while impressive, isn’t quite The Look. A proper Look gives the impression that if The Look went too far and an ‘accident’ happened, the Look giver just might decide the best way to dispose of the body would be to eat it. And they’re wondering if you’d taste good or if you’re another one of those people who eat too much garlic and so you’ll taste funny. My mother was very good at The Look. It’s why I’m so normal.
Bumba, the hubby would NEVER do such a thing as call While You Were Out. In fact, he has threatened me with severe repercussions if I ever try to sign us up for Trading Spaces. So, although I would be EXTREMELY DELIGHTED if the decor in my bedroom were to change without my knowledge, I know that this will never occur.
Lemongrass soap, huh? I’ll bet that smelled really nice. I’ve got treat myself to some nice soaps and lotions again.
Kallessa, sweetie, lay-off the big dinners before you go night-night. That must have been some severely spicy food! On the other hand, I have extremely vivid dreams and some of them are just as nonsensical as yours was. I don’t even eat before I go to bed. So, maybe you just have a very good imagination, like me.
I don’t know if I have The Look. On the other hand, I do not have a very good poker face and have been told it looks as though severe thunder clouds are rolling in when I get good and pissed. People have told me they start looking for lightening when my face looks like that.
Hubby looks downright scary when he become angry. His face turns bright red, a tic starts working in his cheek, and I swear to all that is good and holy, his face and head seem to EXPAND. It is an awsome and scary sight.
Yay! Good news, everybody! The marigolds sprouted! You gotta love marigolds, they’re such a plucky plant, what with the sprouting and it hasn’t even been a week yet. If I had a Signature Flower, it would be a marigold. Or a dandelion. One or the other.
Taters, dear, that is THE LOOK. [sup]TM[/sup] Producing lightning is a nice touch BTW. :eek:
A dandelion as a signature flower would just blow ya away wouldn’t it Rue? HAH! I slay myself with my comic geniius.
I saw The Order last night. It was really bad. Even worse than I was expecting, in fact. They seem to have misplaced the plot and the scary bits. I could make an enormous comprehensive list of things they got wrong, but I won’t. Heath Ledger wasn’t even that cute in it.
Why does sin look like those tentacle-y things from The Matrix? It’s not very scary.
It’s hot again today. Bleh.
I always thought sin looked black and splotchy, with bloodshot eyes, with big arms and fingers to strangle you, and had a dark evil laugh as he drug you off to the firey pits in the lowest part of hell.
Or were the nuns lying? :dubious:
Well, since no one bothered to ask, I’ll tell ya anyway - I’m about halfway thru my checkout list. I ran into three former coworkers as I was running about, so that was nice. I said goodbye to the two machinists I’ve worked with the most these last couple of years. And I sent an email to some other coworkers who I likely won’t get to see.
One place I had to check out was the first building where I worked back in '85. It was weird being in there again.
We leave for lunch in a few minutes. Tomorrow, I’ll bring donuts, then finish checking out.
That’s all.
The really weird thing about the movie was that there wasn’t any mention of Heaven or Hell. I would have thought that was the whole point- you’ve got a guy who can take away your sins so that you can get into Heaven, right? Even though you’ve been excommunicated and everything.
But no.
Demons running all over, and a decidedly un-scary Dark Pope, but no talk about the point of having a sin-eater.
Weird.
Hey, FCM and I got something in common. We both have a checkout list. Mine’s full of places where I can see burly men. What’s on yours?
Ooooh, I loves marigolds! I didn’t get to plant any this year because I didn’t remember to start the seeds in time. And the ones in stores around here are ugly. I like the stripey variegated ones, zap pow, yowie bright burgundy and lemon yellow! They remind me of my Grammie’s garden with pinks and batchelor’s buttons and zinnias and hollyhocks and many other good old fashioned flowers.
Rue, I think, in addition to the marigolds, you should plant the boys a teepee made of sunflowers. If you’re lucky they might even let you use it.
My checklist also has places to find men on it, what a co-inkydink Swampie. Men. They’re what’s for dinner.
The good thing about men is they are so versatile. They go with any beverage. They can be appetizer, main course or dessert. The leftovers are pretty good too.
My checkout list is really boring - Occupational Health Clinic, Training Office, Travel Office, QA, Central Tool Room, 3 different computer weenie offices, a few others I forgot, ending up at security where I surrender my badge and parking stickers.
I do see men, but they’re just guys who work at the depot, and there aren’t too many of them who are worthy of my attention… 
However, tomorrow night, a certain man arrives on Southwest flight 234 from BWI. YAY!